Sunday, March 18, 2007
While passing the tent beside the road and the pool, I felt the stench and I saw some waving hands. I knew that a group of fisherman has camped there and the stench is from the fish being drying in the sun.
I had no time to stop to check if they are known to me as I had a mission.
While returning after two hours, I parked the car in the stark sun as there was no shade. A boy came running to welcome me and I held his hand. I took my camera and followed him to the shack.
The stench was now severe.
Fish being hanging everywhere in the wooden makeshift dryers.
There was nobody that I know from before. But their smile was welcome and I went around and gave them the two mineral water bottles.
The woman were also busily cleaning and skinning the fish for drying in the sun but they wished me.
I asked permission for a pic and both the men murmured something in between and one of them came forward with a smile.
“Fi filoos” he asked me, in Arabic a virtual demand for money for taking pictures.
“La “ that was a no and I was stern.
I started to close the camera because the demanded money from a fellow African.
He hesitated and asked me again.
“Abad ?” which means ‘nothing’ ??? Or was it their last resort ?
I closed the camera and turned around with a red face and walked to my car.
I heard their loud request to comeback but I did not turn around to look.
I heard footsteps behind me and then I felt the small hands of the boy holding my cloth and legs practically pleading with his eyes. I stopped and he motioned me to come back for the picture. Now the two men came running and smiling, pleading me to take pics of them.
Their smiles evaporated my anger.
“Fi filoos” it was my turn to ask them with a smile.
“La” the answer came instantly from both with surprise all over them.
“Abad?” I asked with smile.
“La” an instant reply as they understood and smiled wide at my mockery.
It was now my pleasure to take this picture.
They have live fish allover their hands as they were skinning them.